Not my words, nor my memories, but it's these hands that still remember
My burning wet cheeks are telling me
So I shall let my vessel be laminated with
All these feelings that scatter around in this space
And set off towards the future of Silver Light
Still unknowing of the truth

Not by praying, nor leaving to fate, but through all my experiences
I swear to myself that I will take back all the bonds that I've lost
Now I stand on the winding road that I cleared from the melted darkness
And display the Lamentation of the Cross
Still unforgiven of my sins

Not my words, nor my memories, but it's these hands that still remember
My burning wet cheeks are telling me
So I shall let my vessel be surrounded by
All these feelings that scatter around in this space
And become the Stardust of Jihad
Still unceasing is my light